The Day Of Fire Is Coming, The

I've Grown Tired Of Love You Are The Trouble With Me I Watch You Walk Right By

I Rot On The Wall, My Own Dorian Gray.

It's All A Matter Of History. Brandy Is No Solace. Librium Only Lies Me Down Like A Dead Snow Queen. Yes! I Am Still The Criminal.

The Family Story Tells, And It Was Told True, Of My Great-grandfather Who Begat Eight Genius Children And Bought Twelve Almost New Grand Pianos. He Left A Considerable Estate When He Died.

The Tongue, The Chinese Say, Is Like A Sharp Knife: It Kills Without Drawing Blood.